 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
I'M NOT MYSELF AT ALL.
Oh, I'm not myself at all
Molly dear, Molly dear,
I'm not myself at all!
Nothing caring, nothing knowing,
'Tis afther you I'm going,
Faith your shadow 'tis I'm growing,
Molly dear,
And I'm not myself at all!
Th' other day I went confessin',
And I ask'd the father's blessin';
“But,” says I, “don't give me one, intirely,
For I fretted so last year
But the half o' me is here,
So give the other half to Molly Brierly:”
Oh, I'm not myself at all!
Molly dear, Molly dear,
I'm not myself at all!
Nothing caring, nothing knowing,
'Tis afther you I'm going,
Faith your shadow 'tis I'm growing,
Molly dear,
And I'm not myself at all!
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And I ask'd the father's blessin';
“But,” says I, “don't give me one, intirely,
For I fretted so last year
But the half o' me is here,
So give the other half to Molly Brierly:”
Oh, I'm not myself at all!
Oh, I'm not myself at all,
Molly dear, Molly dear,
My appetite's so small.
I once could pick a goose,
But my buttons is no use,
Faith my tightest coat is loose,
Molly dear,
And I'm not myself at all!
If thus it is I waste,
You'd betther, dear, make haste,
Before your lover's gone away intirely;
If you don't soon change your mind,
Not a bit o' me you'll find—
And what 'ud you think o' that, Molly Brierly?—
Oh, I'm not myself at all!
Molly dear, Molly dear,
My appetite's so small.
I once could pick a goose,
But my buttons is no use,
Faith my tightest coat is loose,
Molly dear,
And I'm not myself at all!
If thus it is I waste,
You'd betther, dear, make haste,
Before your lover's gone away intirely;
If you don't soon change your mind,
Not a bit o' me you'll find—
And what 'ud you think o' that, Molly Brierly?—
Oh, I'm not myself at all!
Oh, my shadow on the wall,
Molly dear, Molly dear,
Isn't like myself at all.
For I've got so very thin,
Myself says 'tisn't him,
But that purty girl so slim,
Molly dear,
And I'm not myself at all!
If thus I smaller grew,
All fretting dear for you,
'Tis you should make me up the deficiency;
So just let Father Taaff,
Make you my betther half,
And you will not the worse of the addition be—
Oh, I'm not myself at all!
Molly dear, Molly dear,
Isn't like myself at all.
For I've got so very thin,
Myself says 'tisn't him,
But that purty girl so slim,
Molly dear,
And I'm not myself at all!
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All fretting dear for you,
'Tis you should make me up the deficiency;
So just let Father Taaff,
Make you my betther half,
And you will not the worse of the addition be—
Oh, I'm not myself at all!
I'll be not myself at all,
Molly dear, Molly dear,
Till you my own I call!
Since a change o'er me there came,
Sure you might change your name—
And 'twould just come to the same,
Molly dear,
Twould just come to the same:
For, if you and I were one,
All confusion would be gone,
And 'twould simplify the matther intirely;
And 'twould save us so much bother,
When we'd both be one another—
So listen now to rayson, Molly Brierly;
Oh, I'm not myself at all!
Molly dear, Molly dear,
Till you my own I call!
Since a change o'er me there came,
Sure you might change your name—
And 'twould just come to the same,
Molly dear,
Twould just come to the same:
For, if you and I were one,
All confusion would be gone,
And 'twould simplify the matther intirely;
And 'twould save us so much bother,
When we'd both be one another—
So listen now to rayson, Molly Brierly;
Oh, I'm not myself at all!
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |